在餐厅里当着她丈夫的面操了莱西亚
"Fuck, Zhenya, are you seriously thirty minutes late?" Roman's loud voice boomed from the director's office. "Do you have any idea how much money I'm losing because of you?"
Lesya sat in the hallway and heard every word. Her fingers nervously tapped against her purse. Thirty-two years old, a stunning brunette in a tight black dress, underneath which was expensive lace lingerie and sheer stockings with lace tops. She knew why she was here. Zhenya had fucked up again, and now the director was tearing him a new one.
She stood up, adjusted her dress so the neckline dipped just a little deeper, and pushed the door open.
"May I?" she purred, looking straight at Roman. "I'm Lesya, Zhenya's wife. Maybe we could all grab a bite? I've been waiting forever."
Roman froze. Standing before him wasn't just a beautiful woman—she looked at him like she'd already decided how this day was going to end.
"Well, then..." he smiled slowly. "Let's go to Atmosphere. All three of us."
在餐厅里，Lesya 坐在他们中间，但几乎立刻把整个身子转向 Roman。她穿着丝袜的脚在桌下慢慢滑动，蹭上他的大腿。Zhenya 一言不发，只是涨红了脸，假装研究菜单。
"You're always this hard on your employees?" she whispered, sliding her heel higher. "Or only when you really want to punish someone?"
罗曼在桌布下把手放在她膝盖上，用力一捏。
“你想知道吗？”
"I do," she breathed, locking eyes with him. "Zhenya, sweetie, you don't mind if Roman and I step away for a quick minute? I need to... fix my makeup."
Zhenya swallowed hard and nodded without looking up.
在残疾人卫生间里，罗曼甚至懒得把门完全关上。他粗暴地将莱西亚转过身，把她的裙子拽到腰间，撕开她单薄的内裤。
"Already wet, you little slut," he growled, running his fingers along her slick pussy. "Been dreaming about getting fucked in front of your husband?"
"Yeah..." she moaned, bracing her hands against the cold tile. "Fuck me hard. Let Zhenya smell it on me after."
Roman didn't wait. One powerful thrust buried his cock balls-deep inside her. Lesya gasped loudly. He started pounding her fast and deep, his hips slapping against her firm ass. Her tits spilled out of her dress, nipples scraping against the wall.
"Oh fuck... so thick... deeper, Roman, harder!" she whimpered, biting her lip.
他抓住她的头发，让她弓起背，用力地插入她，以至于她的脚跟都离开了地面。几分钟内，她开始颤抖，她的阴部紧紧包裹着他，莱西亚高潮了，轻声呜咽着咬住了拳头。
Roman didn't stop. He pulled out, spun her onto her knees, and shoved his wet cock into her mouth.
"吸它。现在。"
她贪婪地吞下他，口水顺着下巴流下来。一分钟后，他狠狠射进她喉咙里，按住她的头不让她动。莱斯雅一滴不剩地全咽了下去，没有漏掉一点。
They returned to the table. Lesya's cheeks were flushed, her hair slightly disheveled. Zhenya knew. The smell of sex, her glistening lips, the way she casually spread her legs under the table.
"那么，午餐吃得开心吗？"他轻声问道，声音有些颤抖。
Lesya smiled, leaned in, and whispered:
“还不行。”
桌下，她的手拉开了罗曼的裤链。片刻之后，她温热的双唇包裹住他已开始硬挺的阴茎。罗曼向后靠在椅背上，假装听着珍妮亚说话，而桌下他的妻子正深喉吞吐着他，发出轻柔的吮吸和呻吟。她的舌头照顾到整根长度——她会将他吞到喉咙深处，然后用嘴唇快速抽动头部。
"Fuck... she's absolute fire," Roman exhaled, staring straight into Zhenya's eyes. "Did you know your wife loves other men's cocks this much?"
振亚只是点了点头，脸红得像只龙虾。
Lesya sped up. Roman grabbed her hair under the table and came a second time—thick, hot cum straight into her mouth. She swallowed, wiped her lips, and surfaced like she'd just been fixing her napkin.
Later that night at the bar, Roman slapped the counter and started telling his boys:
"So listen up, guys—today I fucked Lesya right in front of her husband at the restaurant..."